WidowA Poem by braeDazed, I kept walking
Forgotten, I kept looking
Alone, I kept smiling.
There were no stars
But I wished on them
There was no sun
But I sat under a tree
There was no marriage
But I wore my ring
I was gone
But people kept talking to me
I was lost
But no one gave me directions
I was dead
But nobody buried me.
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